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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Fear,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.