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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.