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 Tunisia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
MDC,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.