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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 H. Thieme to the funk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.