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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 E-Dancer to the jazz 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.