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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Technova,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.