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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Brick,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.