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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.