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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Terry Callier to the rap 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.