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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 The Royal Family And The Poor 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.