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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.