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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.