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 Kenya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.