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 Thailand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Slave,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.