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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.