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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Pulsallama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.