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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.