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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.