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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Fear,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.