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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.