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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.