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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.