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 France 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Ossler,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Japan,
The Litter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.