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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Minor Threat to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Index,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.