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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the grime 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.