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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Pantytec to the funk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.