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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.