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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.