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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Rekid,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.