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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Faust,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.