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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.