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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.