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 Poland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Index to the disco 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Technova,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.