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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.