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 Mauritius and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.