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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the rock 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
DNA,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.