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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.