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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Howard Jones to the grime 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.