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 Italy and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Magma,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.