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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.