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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.