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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Fear,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.