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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.