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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.