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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.