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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Pulsallama to the jazz 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.