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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.