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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
The Names,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.