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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 the Bar-Kays to the disco 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.