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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.