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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The United States of America to the techno 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.