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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Move to the funk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
UT,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.