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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.