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 Canada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.