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 Philippines and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.