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 Jordan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 The Names 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.