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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Smog,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.