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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.