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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.