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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.