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 Qatar and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.