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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Soul II Soul to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.