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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.