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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.