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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Human League to the grime 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.