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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.