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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes 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 Ultravox to the funk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.