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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Prince Buster to the grime 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.