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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.