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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.