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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the rock 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.