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 Denmark and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Inner City,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.