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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.