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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Q65 to the grunge 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
10cc,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.