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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
The Names,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious 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.