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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.