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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.