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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the funk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.