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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Chrome to the rap 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.