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 Israel and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.