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 Nigeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.