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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.