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 Mozambique and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Gong,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.