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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
AZ,
The Cure,
June Days,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.