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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.