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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 F. McDonald to the rock 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.