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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.