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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
the Slits,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.