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 Mexico 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Velvet Underground,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.