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 Spain 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.