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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.