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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Swans,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.