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 Honduras 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.