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 Greece and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Scott Walker to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
JFA,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.