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 India and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Public Enemy to the dance 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
JFA,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.