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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.