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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.