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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 The Golliwogs to the grime 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Television,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.