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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.