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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.