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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.