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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.