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 Oman 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Brick,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.