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 East Timor and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J 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?
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.