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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.