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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 disco 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.