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 Syria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Lyres to the jazz 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.