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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the grunge 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.