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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Alphaville 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.