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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
cv313,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.