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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Fear,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.