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 Monaco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Pulsallama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.