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 Brunei and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Brand Nubian to the dance 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
PIL,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.