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 Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.