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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.