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 Comoros 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.