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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.