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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the techno 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.