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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Newcleus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.