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 China and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.