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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Faust,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.