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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.