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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Funky Four + One to the grime 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.