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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.