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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.