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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 AZ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.