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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.