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 Spain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Jacques Brel to the disco 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 Style. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.