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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.