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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Knickerbockers to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.