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 Paraguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Deakin to the rap 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.