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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.