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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.