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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Slick Rick to the grime 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.