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 Grenada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The American Breed to the rap 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Lyres,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.