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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.