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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.