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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.