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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.