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 Germany and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.