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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter to the rock 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.