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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Monks,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Yaz,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.