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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.