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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Supertramp to the jazz 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.