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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.