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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.