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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.