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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Tres Demented to the grunge 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.