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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 marimba 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 DJ Style to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.