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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.