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 Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.