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 Ghana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.