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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the dance 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.