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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.