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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.