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 Paraguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.