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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.