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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.