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 Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 The Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.