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 Portugal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Excepter,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.