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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.