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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.