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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Count Five to the disco 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.