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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Deakin,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.