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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.