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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Loose Ends to the punk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.