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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.