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 Korea North 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Monks,
UT,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.