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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.