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 Brazil 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.