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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 güiro 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.