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 Norway and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.