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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Nico,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.