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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.