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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.