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 Gabon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.