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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Monks,
X-102,
Neil Young,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.