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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.