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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the disco 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.