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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.