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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 T. Rex to the techno 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.