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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.