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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.