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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 The Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.