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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.