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 Bahrain 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.