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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
JFA,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.