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 Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.