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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
MDC,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.