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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pulsallama to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Mars,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.