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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Blake Baxter to the grime 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
UT,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.