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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the 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.