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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.