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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.