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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 The J.B.'s to the dance 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.