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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Patti Smith to the dance 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.