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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.