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 Cuba and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.