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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
The Names,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.