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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Khruangbin 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.