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 India and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.