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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.