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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.