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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Crime,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.