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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Franke,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.