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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.