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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Normal to the funk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.