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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Symarip,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.