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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the punk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.