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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Smiths 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.