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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.