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 Estonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.