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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.