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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Q65,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.