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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
The Move,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Japan,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.