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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the grime 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Slave,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.