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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.