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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.