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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 punk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.