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 Slovenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.