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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.