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 Kiribati 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Wings,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.