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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joey Negro to the dance 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Slave,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.