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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.