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 Sudan 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.