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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.