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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.