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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
JFA,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.