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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 The J.B.'s to the rap 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
June Days,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.