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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
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 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 David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.