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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Fluxion to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.