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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Gladiators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.