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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.