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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 synthesizer 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Jandek,
The Names,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.