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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.