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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Audionom,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.