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 Panama and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 K-Klass to the funk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.