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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.