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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Mars,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Fear,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.