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 India and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.