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 Yemen and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 marimba 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 Cowsills to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.