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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Faust,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.