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 Thailand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 808 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.