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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the rap 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.