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 Mali and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Technova,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Can,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.