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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.