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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Hashim,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.