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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.