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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Intrusion to the techno 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.