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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Mars,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.