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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Alison Limerick to the funk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.