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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Rekid,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.