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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 John Foxx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.