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 Kosovo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.