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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.