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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.