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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.