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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.