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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Scion,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.