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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 rhodes 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.