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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.