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 Maldives and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
PIL,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.