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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Talk Talk to the rap 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.