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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 JFA to the disco 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.