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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
PIL,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.