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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.