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 Iceland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.