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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Soul II Soul to the funk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.