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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.