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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 In Retrospect to the funk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Franke,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.