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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Ten City to the dance 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
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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.