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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.