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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
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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.