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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 The Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.