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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.