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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.