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 Mali and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Cameo to the rock 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.