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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.