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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.