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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.