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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.