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 Haiti 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the jazz 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.