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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 ABBA to the rap 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
EPMD,
10cc,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.