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 Liechtenstein 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.