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 Belgium 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Brick,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.