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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.