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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.