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 Finland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.