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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Wings,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.