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 Bahamas and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
The Move,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.