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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Index,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.