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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.