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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.