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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.