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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.