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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Japan to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
cv313,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.