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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.