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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.