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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Section 25,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.