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 Stockholm.
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 Accra and Portland.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.