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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Fear to the crunk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.