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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.