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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Main Source to the rap 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
The Doors,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.