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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.