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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.