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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 oboe 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 Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.