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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.