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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tres Demented to the grime 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.