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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Black Bananas to the disco 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.