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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.