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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 808 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.