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 St Lucia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.