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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.