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 Malawi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.