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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.