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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.