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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.