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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp 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?
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.