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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.