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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
This Heat,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.