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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.