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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.