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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.