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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.