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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.