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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the dance 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.