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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.