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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Can,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.