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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.