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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 theremin 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes 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?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.