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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 organ 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Cymande,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.