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 Monaco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Depeche Mode to the funk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.