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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.