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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.