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 Moldova and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Index,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.