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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer 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 Stiv Bators to the rock 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.