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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Cairo and Columbus.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.