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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.