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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.