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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 T. Rex to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.