Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Move,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.