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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.