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 Togo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.