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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Yazoo 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Rakim,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.