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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.