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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.