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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.