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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.