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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.