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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Television,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.