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 Cape Verde 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.