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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the funk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.