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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.