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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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?
Shoche,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.