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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.