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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir 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?
DNA,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.