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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.