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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.