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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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?
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.