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 Taiwan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Wire,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.