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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.