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 Burundi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.