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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 808 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.