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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 F. McDonald to the punk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.