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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Index,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.