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 Grenada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.