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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.