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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.