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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.