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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.