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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Eric Dolphy 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.