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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 B.T. Express to the disco 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.