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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Scientists to the jazz 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.