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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Associates 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.