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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 The Slackers to the dance 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.