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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Skaos to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.