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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.