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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Tears for Fears to the grime 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.