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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.