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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Fear,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.