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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.