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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.