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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Smog,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.