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 Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.