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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.