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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.