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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Surgeon,
JFA,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.