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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.