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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.