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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Newcleus,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.