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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the punk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.