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 Russia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.