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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.