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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
The Move,
MC5,
Zapp,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.