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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Nico,
Nas,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.