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 Tunisia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.