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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Darondo 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.