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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.