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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
cv313,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.