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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.