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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 The American Breed to the rap 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.