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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Angry Samoans to the disco 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
the Association,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Ossler,
cv313,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.