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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.