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 Poland 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Television,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.