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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.