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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.