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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Teasers to the grunge 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.