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 Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.