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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.