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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.