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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.