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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.