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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the jazz 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Q65,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.