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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.