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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.