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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.