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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.