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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 organ 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Starr. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
The Move,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.