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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Ronnie Foster 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.