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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ohio Players to the disco 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.