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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.