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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.