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 Andorra and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
PIL,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.