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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 synthesizer 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 Joy Division to the rock 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Smog,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.