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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.