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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the grime 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.