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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.