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 Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.