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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Funkadelic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.