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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.