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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.