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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the rock 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande 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?
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.