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 China and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.