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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.