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 India and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Zeros to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.