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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 D'Angelo to the punk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.