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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.