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 Seychelles and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Slits 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.