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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 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?
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.