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 Poland and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mr. Review to the funk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.