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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.