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 Australia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rapeman to the electroclash 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.