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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.