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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the disco 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.