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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.