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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ludus 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.