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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Brick,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.