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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
JFA,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.