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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.