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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
The Move,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.