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 Burundi and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Skriet to the rap 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.