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 Philippines and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Index,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.