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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.