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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.