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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.