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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Television,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.