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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marine Girls to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.