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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Roxette to the crunk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
the Normal,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.