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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.