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 Romania 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 güiro 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.