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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.