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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.