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 Comoros and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.