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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.