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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 T. Rex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
MDC,
The Motions,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.