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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
X-101,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.