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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.