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 Nauru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.