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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.