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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.