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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Porter Ricks 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.