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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Star Department to the funk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.