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 Romania 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.