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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.