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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Magma,
Chrome,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.