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 India and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.