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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.