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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.