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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Section 25 to the funk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Inner City,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.