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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Average White Band to the electroclash 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.