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 Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
MC5,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.