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 South Africa 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
UT,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
the Association,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.