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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.