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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.