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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Subhumans to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.