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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.