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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.