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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.