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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.