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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Aswad to the funk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
New Order,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.