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 Swaziland and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.