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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 oboe 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.