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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.