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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.