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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 mellotron 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 Dead C to the crunk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Gong,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.