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 Malta 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Television,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.