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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.