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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Inner City to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
June Days,
John Holt,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.