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 Armenia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Y Pants to the grunge 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.