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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Magma,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.