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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.