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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord 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?
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.