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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Blues Magoos to the dance 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Skarface,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.