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 Samoa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.