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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.