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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.