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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.