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 Oman and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.