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 Burundi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stetsasonic to the grime 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.