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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.