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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grime 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.