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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Shoche,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.